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Cute little lights, festive lights, adorned the trees and lampposts. It was just dark enough outside that their charm began to become apparent. Even feeling how I did, I couldn’t help smiling to myself as I realized I was going to be making a little detour. When you feel low, lower than you ever did before, the smallest of things can make you smile, give you temporary happiness. I felt that temporary happiness as I began to trace my route along the trees and the lampposts and around the makeshift rink. I saw kids with their parents, I saw old people on benches smiling at the younger people having fun, and I saw… couples. Young couples. Around Hardcore Molly’s age. My smile faded. Couldn’t have lasted that long anyway. I thought to myself how lovely it would be to bring Molly here. If only I hadn’t listened to Holly… fuck it, if tits only I hadn’t done what I did, I could bring Molly here. We would be smiling like those young couples. Maybe we could even get some skates and skate together, falling over and laughing at Big Boobs ourselves like those couples were. I remembered Molly had an old pair of skates. It would be easy. But right now it wasn’t easy. Right now it wasn’t even an option. I would have given anything for it to be an option at that moment. I would have done anything to turn back the clock and just… not have seen her naked, maybe? Not slept next to her? What was the one moment where all of this got locked into place? Where was the moment where all of this came crashing down? I didn’t exactly have the entire set of events written down for me, so it would have been impossible to know. Out of nowhere, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Still feeling very little, I pulled it out to see a giant wall of text. Holly. There were those texts, those texts , were you just saw a giant wall of words and knew already what it was saying. You just knew. A month or so ago – fuck it, an hour ago, seeing that would have made me throw my phone in rage, but for some reason, I shrugged and put my phone back in my pocket. Maybe I was growing from this. Could I have already amateur been growing? I didn’t know. It wasn’t my job to psychoanalyze myself busty after all this. What was my job? What was my duty after all this happened? “Um, sure. “Withdrawn. We’re so far out in the boonies we’re usually the last to get serviced.” None of what he had told me sounded at all encouraging. I stretched out in tits bed and try to will myself to get up but I just want to lay there a few more minutes. Our eyes were still locked on each others, "No" She shivered for a moment before nodding. “Not telling you how beautiful you are. I’m adding an extra ingredient here that I amateur think you’ll get a kick out of.” He dangled a new gag by its leather reigns, one that featured a steel ring of considerable diameter instead of a ball. "Yep." The two different Big Boobs delights melted in the depths of my cunt. I felt her willing tongues licking all over the shaft and swallowing all she could get with her educated tongue. The pink haired girl was an old memory, a suppressed memory. He asked. I opened my lips and scratched the entrance to my vagina, holding my lips open for a couple of seconds to let him have a good look. Pulling her around to him, she saw a look of happy satisfaction and arousal in his face as he hungrily bought his lips Hardcore to hers. Those who were seeing me for the first time had more of an “ah ha” moment, as if meeting me had finally answered some question they had been mulling over or scratched an itch in the back of their mind. I shuddered, my teacher cumming about my cock. It was busty a note, in English, “Thanks for a good fuck fella.” Everybody was gulping hard. Then they increased the voltage. "No plans at all?" he grinned, "Not even a bit of shopping or anything?" Eventually you just learn to not expect anything different.